Kirsty

I hadn't expected him to believe me, not over his beloved mother, but I was shocked about how much it hurt to see him stride out of the room, unwilling to look or talk to me any longer. It was like all the wind had been knocked out of me and suddenly I was struggling for breath.

I'm not sure how or when Adam arrived, I don't even know when I realised it was him that was holding me, rubbing circles on my back and telling me everything was ok, and to breath. But I was calming down, listening to his soft voice in my ear. I sagged against him, his chest moving up and down with each breath. The tightness around my lungs and chest vanished and I dragged oxygen into my body in long, deep breaths.

Once my breathing was back to normal I expected Adam and pull away from me and start asking questions about what had caused my panic attack; except he didn't. He kept hold of me, his arms wrapped strongly around my back, keeping me close to him. He didn't want to let me go either. My hands were balled against his chest gripping onto his scrub top and I realised that my knuckles were white from the force of my clutch on him. Slowly I opened my fists releasing my stiff fingers from his now crinkled green hospital top.

He must have felt me do this because he gently took my shoulders in his hands and pulled me away from him so that we could look at each other clearly. For a moment I lost my self in his wonderful eyes. In that moment I wasn't scared about the questions he was about to ask me and my answers to those questions, or how he would react to anything I did or said, it was just me and him sitting in the middle of a room, it didn't matter which one, we were just sitting. He was giving me so much comfort and all he was doing was looking at me and being close to me.

I lost all time, nothing seemed to matter. I could see the same expression in my eyes reflected in his and everything in the world seemed right. That was until we were broken apart by the sharp rapping of Charlie's knuckles on the door telling us that our time was up.

We stood wordlessly and headed out of the room and into the bedroom Ruth and I shared. It was empty s I sat on my bed and Adam sat on Ruth's. Now when I looked into Adam's eyes I could see all the questions he wanted to ask and I suddenly felt like a small child with so much to hide. I nervously looked away choosing to look at the bathroom door instead of at Adam. I think he could tell I was trying to avoid the inevitable questions because he stood up and came to sit beside me taking my hands in his.

"Kirsty," he used my name to try and get me to look at him again but it didn't work as I kept my eyes firmly on both of our hands curled together. "What happened?" He asked after a small pause and realising that I wasn't going to look at him just yet.

"I didn't do it." I said quietly but firmly. I needed him to know that, probably more than I needed Warren to know.

"I believe you, I really do but how did it happen then?" I looked up at him now trying to work out if he really did believe me. I looked deep into his eyes and he was doing the same to me. I could tell he believed me but I was unsure at to why he did. Warren never believed me about anything, even when I was telling the truth.

"What happened?" He repeated gently.

"She drugged me."

"Who?" Adam cut across me looking rather angry.

"Kathy. I swear I didn't know what I was drinking. I wouldn't have drunk it if I did I promise, I wouldn't do that. Not ever." I started to panic now I'd told him. He just had to believe me.

"It's ok. It's ok," he soothed me, cupping my face with his hands. His nose was so close to mine and I could feel his warm breath on my face. We fell back into each other staring endlessly into each others eyes.

Oh how I wanted more but even in the moment I could never forget that Warren and Kathy were at home waiting for me and I wouldn't dare act on it when they were alone with Nita. It would be their brilliant excuse to turn her against me, if they hadn't already.

"I believe you." He finished and tears sprung in my eyes, well at least two people did.

"Warren doesn't." I blurted out not knowing was possessed me to tell Adam that.

"What," Adam sounded angry and I cursed my self for my little out burst. "How can he not believe you?" He questioned me and I sat searching my brain for an answer that would help shed a better light on him but I couldn't come up with anything so had to settle for,

"Well she is his mother." I was unprepared for Adam's reaction to this and ended up jumping backwards as he let out a loud and rather frightening,

"and you're his bloody wife." His face had reddened and a pulsing vein had appeared on his forehead and I sat looking at him wondering what he was going to do next. I never thought he was going to hurt me but I'd grown so accustom to Warren's violence that I couldn't help but cower and then try to move backwards slowly.

Adam took one look at me and immediately calmed. He'd noticed my reaction to his sudden mood change and it was enough to stop him in his tracks. I'd seen Warren do it a couple of times at the very beginning of our relationship but he would soon start shouting again questioning my why I was scared of him. But Adam hadn't started shouting; in fact he hadn't said anything at all. He was stood like a statue, not even blinking, as if he was scared to make his next move.

I was curled up against the headboard of my bed and Adam stood at the foot. He'd taken a tiny step towards me and moved his hands out in front of him as if he was going to hug me but had stopped again. I wanted him to hug me, to wrap me in his arms and never let go; but I had just flinched as he tried to approach me. I've no idea why, I didn't mean to, it just sort of happened and now there was no way for me to take it back.

"I'm sorry." I whimpered complete bewildered by the whole situation. I'm Kirsty, I'm strong. I don't flinch or cower from people at work. Home is home and work is work, two separate places for two completely different Kirsty's.

"Hey there's nothing to be sorry about you've been through a lot, it's ok to let go." He'd moved closer to me as he spoke and sat in front of me look at me with concern in his warm brown eyes. "You can talk to me you know."

Sorry it's taken so long I'm having to sort through all my files because my laptops old and slow and its taking the mickey, I know exactly what I want the next chapter to be, and started it so it shouldn't be too long :D Thanks for reviewing PoppyNoble, I'm still up in the air as to whether Nita will warm to him a bit. Not really sure if she should or not.

And omg I can't believe Kirsty left, I knew she was going to but I was still hoping that maybe it wouldn't happen. Now there will be no more Kadam , and I love that Kirsty sent Tess flowers and Adam looked up and knew that she was gone.